[Intro]
(What?)
Yeah, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Hah, hah, hah, huh (Schyeah)
[Chorus]
Bitch can't call my phone no more, she blocked (Ha)
Bitch can't call my phone no more, she blocked (Ha)
You used to be my baby, now you a opp (Ha)
I used to spin for you, I'd blow out the block (Huh)
[Verse 1]
Bust out a bitch for you
Shoot up they shit for you
You used to wear all those fake ass diamonds, I made them dance for you
I put the mask on, uh, then they could have some, uh
I had to pass on her, uh, that pussy a Trackhawk, uh
She watch her mouth with me, that pussy gon' back talk, uh
I just went Bentley Bentayga on niggas, fuck all that Scat talk
Okay, okay, okay
Go play with yo' pussy, lil' bitch don't play with me
I just been living my life like I'm down
Fuck nun' these niggas concernin' me
Crashin' with Homixide Gang
Put more niggas in chains than slavery
Bad ass bitch that came with me
She a dime but ain't no change to me, huh, huh
[Chorus]
Bitch can't call my phone no more, she blocked (Ha, schyeah)
Bitch can't call my phone no more, she blocked (Ha)
You used to be my baby, now you a opp (Ha)
I used to spin for you, I'd blow out the block (Huh)
[Refrain]
Blow out the block, yeah, yeah, blow out the block, uh
Huh, blow out the block, huh, yeah, blow out the block (Yeah)
Blow out the block, huh, hah, blow out the block
Blow out the block, huh, hah, blow out the block
[Verse 2]
I ain't want to leave those hoes outside but I might as well do it (Might as well do it)
I ain't want to rap all these songs, I might as well do it (I might as well do it)
'Cause this real music (This real, uh)
Stickin' to it (Stickin' to it)
I feel and get to it (Feel me, uh, huh)
Feel and get— (I feel and get to it)
Big ass lights, let's do it, yeah
Closet of Chrome, I rule it, yeah
Ho better call like Ruby, huh, cobble the stone like ruby, uh
Ice on the cube like Rubik's (Rubik)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Tear 'em up, might as well do it, uh (Schyeah)
Sayin' this real music (Sch-, Schyeah)
Cobble the stone, I do it (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
[Verse 3]
They tryna say I can't rap, but this real music, uh (This real music)
They tryna hold but on my slatts, this real music, uh (Schyeah, schyeah)
They tryna lock up all my slatts, this real music, uh (This real, uh, huh, huh)
This real, uh, huh, this real, uh, huh, huh
Niggas tryna hold me back, no, they can't do it, uh (No they can't do it)
Nigga tryna play with his life, might as well lose it, uh, uh
Boy, you wanna play with that fire, might as well shoot it, uh (Might wanna well do it)
Uh, my eyes is wide, tell her, "Let's do it" (Tell her "Let's do it")
Do it, uh, let's get to it (Let's get to it)
This real music, but this real music, uh (This real music)
Uh, niggas tryna say I can't rap, but this real music (This real music)
Fuck boy niggas wanna hold me back, but they can't do it (Hah, hah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Bitch can't call my phone no more, she blocked (Ha)
Bitch can't call my phone no more, she blocked (Ha)
You used to be my baby, now you a opp (Ha)
I used to spin for you, I'd blow out the block (Huh)
[Refrain]
Blow out the block, yeah, yeah, blow out the block, uh
Huh, blow out the block, huh, yeah, blow out the block (Yeah)
Blow out the block, huh, hah, blow out the block
Blow out the block, huh, hah, blow out the block
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